"Ms Gardner. Do I really remind you of him? Of James?"I sigh. "Yes." What is it about me that reminds you of him?"I smile. "Oh Peter, everything. Just...everything. James was the kindest man I had ever known. He always knew what to say in moments of darkness, and he always knew what I needed before I had to ask. He understood me. He loved me fiercely. I imagine you'd be a lot like that with your wife one day." You mean that?" Peter asks, his eyes hopeful.I raise my hand to his warm, rosy cheek.. She looked down at the rows of heads filled with minds eager to learn (minds unlike her own) from her solitary position at the back of the room with utter contempt. Some of the boys kept glancing back at her, and then quickly averted their gaze with a nervous smile planted on their faces This was unsurprising, considering the outfit Mel had opted for today. Her dad would have described the length of her denim skirt as ‘disgraceful’, but the boys seemed to like the way it showed off her smooth. I slowlyslide the red thong up my legs, it feels very comfortable against mypussy but there is no way I will be able to tolerate this string slidingup my ass all day at work."How do women wear these things?" I say to myself as I slide the thongthan the red thong I just tried on. I slide the panties updown my legs.If I am going to make it through work today, I will need something alittle more comfortable. I dig through her drawer and find a plain pairof black panties, with a lot more material my. For the most part it was hand written notes, and experiments that simply needed to be typed up.And so after a little while, Miranda logged on to her computer and pulled the first file towards her.By lunch time her back was aching a little; and her brain was numbed, but the pile of work had all been done.She rubbed her lower back with a sigh of relief as she hit the return key, which sent the last document across to the printer. It had been a good morning, but now she was dying for a cup of tea.